'My brother dreams as other boys do, and those dreams might mean anything,' Meera said, 'but the green dreams are different.'
Jojen's eyes were the color of moss, and sometimes when he looked at you he seemed to be seeing something else. Like now. 'I dreamed of a winged wolf bound to the earth with grey stone chains,' he said. 'It was a green dream, so I knew it was true. A crow was trying to peck through the chains, but the stone was too hard and his beak could only chip at them.'
'Did the crow have three eyes?'
Jojen nodded.